Miss Machine
Miss Machine mark the effervescent vibrancy of music in 2002, serving as defiantly dynamic, fashionably alert, and admirably alone in their field throughout... Bandwagon-jumpers beware – there’s more to life than just garage-rock.
And up there in front is singer and song-writer Anna Mercedes. Beginning in music at the age of seventeen and working around her native-cities Seattle and New York City in the States, it’s been through the passing of various groups, different genres and a rollercoaster of experiences that’s brought her up to present day, as focussed, assured and ready to document life’s contrasting traumas and triumphs as rigidly impacting as she proves on-stage.
But, finding the people to share the same vision and spawn a creativity of their own wouldn’t be as simple as a drunken picnic in Central Park. After amassing at least one hundred live-performances under various incarnations and still not rewarded with the correct outlet for her building repertoire of material, Mercedes swapped NYC for London in early-2002.
Her bid to find those on her wavelength, possessive of a similar, uncompromising f**k-you attitude and anyone prepared to take on all those daring enough to listen to the end-result, proved successful. Before long, the likes of the don’t-stare-at-me urgency of Alex on bass, inconceivably on-top-of-proceedings drumming of Gordon, untamed, youthful wildness of guitarist Kevin, and effortlessly cool showiness of fellow six-string source Tony had come together to form the musical-backdrop to Anna’s already-spawned compositions.
The overall result, then – the full picture? A set so entrancingly blistering and fast-paced you’d be advised to watch with your mouth open (just to avoid it dropping mid-performance), and a series of songs so demonstratively and welcomely forceful that their debut-album, which hasn’t even been formulated yet, is already essential; just wait ‘til the naggingly probing and downbeat guitar-laden textures of ‘Beautiful Miserable’, three-minute rock-masterclass of ‘American Girl’ and yearning, bold rock-riffs of ‘Groupie Supremes’ sweep over you in such a setting.
Yet ‘til that prior release is available – or, indeed, any release for the moment – get down to the nearby club when you see this group’s name up in lights or scrawled on a poster in a darkened alley: it’ll be a rare case where your eyes are as satisfied as your ears.
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